Now, where was I? Oh, right, I was losing my soul. Well, that’s not completely true. To be fair to my Muse, I still piddled about on Photoshop designing silly t-shirts and a few logos for local bands. So, despite not writing, I continued being creative, though not in the way that pleased me most.
Throughout most of this part of my life I was working in the restaurant industry as a kitchen manager, sometimes just a cook. The hours were long and part of me hated it; nights and weekends and holidays. My mood was getting darker and I was drinking more and more. Something had to change. And it did. The restaurant I was working shut down without notice. That’s when I decided I was done with the restaurant business.
Hey, guess what. The pest control industry isn’t much better. Yes, the pay is steady and just enough to keep me financially stable but the job itself comes with its own aggravations and stress. There is one upside: I drive around in a truck, alone, for the better part of eight hours. That’s a lot of me time behind a windshield. The mind tends to wander. And wonder. Suddenly, I found myself jotting down notes and ideas on any little scrap of paper I could find. I bought a notebook specifically for carrying in the work truck. Then Evernote came along and writing in the truck became even easier. I was back in business.
I joined Twitter and began interacting with talented people that spurred me forward. I discovered, and attended, Crossroads Writers Conference where I met Delilah S. Dawson, Chuck Wendig, and a number of other creators. I made new friends that shared my passion for storytelling. Those friendships continue in the Twitterverse where I’m reminded daily it’s okay to suck. I’ll get the chance to rewrite it later.
On that note, I have some writing to do. See you next week.